The 100

Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again. But then he glanced over Clarke, who was leaning over to breathe in the scent of a bright pink flower, the sun catching the gold strands in her hair, and suddenly he wasn't so sure.

That was the thing about secrets-you had to carry them with you forever, no matter what the cost.

exhilaration fizzed through Clarke’s body. Before she realised what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around Bellamy. He joined in her laughter as he staggered backward, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her through the air. The colours of the clearing swirled, green and gold and blue all blurring until there was nothing in the world but Bellamy’s smile, lighting up his eyes. Finally he set her down gently on the ground. Be he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead he pulled her even closer, and before Clarke had time to catch her breath, his lips were on hers. A voice in her brain told her stop, but it was overpowered by the smell of his skin and the pressure of his touch. Clarke felt like she was melting into his arms, losing herself in the kiss. He tasted like joy, and joy tasted better on Earth.

You couldn't expect anyone else to share your suffering. You had to carry your pain alone.

You need to let yourself be happy. Or else, what's the point of anything?

He’d never known a girl who was so beautiful and intense at once.

He tasted like joy, and joy tasted better on Earth.

But Bellamy had been doing stupid things his whole life, and he had no intention of stopping now.

But I should warn you… I’ll probably take off my shirt at some point.

Bellamy didn’t know why the ancient humans even bothered doing drugs. What was the point of shooting junk into your veins when walking through the forest had the same effect?

Everyone was pointing upward at the sky, which was turning into a symphony of color. First, orange streaks appeared in the blue, like an oboe joining a flute, turning a solo into a duet. That harmony built into a crescendo of colors as yellow and then pink added their voices to the chorus. The sky darkened, throwing the array of colors into even sharper relief. The word sunset couldn't possibly contain the meaning of the beauty above them, and for the millionth time since they'd landed, Wells found that the words they'd been taught to describe Earth paled in comparison to the real thing.

why were you so mean to little Chancellor Junior?” Clarke looked at him with a mixture of shock and indignation. For a moment, he thought she might actually hit him, but then she just shook her head. “That’s none of your business.” “Is he your boyfriend?” Bellamy pressed. “No,” Clarke said flatly. But then her mouth twitched into a questioning smile. “Why do you care?” “Just taking a census,” Bellamy replied. “Specifically, to determine the relationship status of all the pretty girls on Earth.

Although the astronomical event of a lifetime was playing out right before his eyes, he was looking only at her.

He'd always assumed those ancient poets had been full of shit, or at least had much better drugs than he’d ever tried.

Bellamy had come down from scanning the heavens only to find himself in the depths of hell.

Bellamy leaned back with a sigh and closed his eyes, wondering how long it would take until she stopped being the last person he thought about before he fell asleep. - Bellamy about Clarke

Maybe here in the ruins of the old world, they could start something new.

I don’t want to spend another day without you. I want to go to sleep every night with you by my side and wake up next to you every morning. I want nothing else but you, for the rest of my life.

You keep us alive, and I'll keep you on two feet. - Bellamy Blake

The rain was only water, and there was no such thing as a clean start. That was the thing with secrets - you had to carry them with you forever, no matter what the cost.

I love you" he whispered in her ear. No matter how many times she heard them words, they never ceased to make her shiver.

He'd always assumed those ancient poets had been full of shit, or at least had much better drugs than he'd ever tried.

Finally, he set her down gently on the ground. But he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he pulled her even closer, and before Clarke had time to catch her breath, his lips were on hers.

I figured everyone deserved to be able to fall asleep at night. To wake up without feeling that your nightmares had left scars inside your head.

Any spot on this planet was going to be infinitely better than the world they'd left behind. For the first time in his life, he was free.

Exhilaration fizzed through Clarke’s body. Before she realized what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around Bellamy. He joined in her laughter as he staggered backward, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her through the air. The colors of the clearing swirled, green and gold and blue all blurring until there was nothing in the world but Bellamy’s smile, lighting up his eyes.

You need to let yourself be happy. Or else, what’s the point of anything?

They all had ash in their lungs and tears in their eyes. But Wells had blood on his hands.

You keep us alive, and I'll keep you on two feet.

Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two different things.